Fuck him. Seriously, he shouldn't even be allowed this much conversation.”
“ Where. Does. He. Live?”
Gulp.
“Remington–”
And he bolts. Jesus, I'd hate to see him attack someone. He moves faster than a mamba.
My knees are shaking, they don't want to hold me. I'm quaking with 'you're in shit so deep' fear. Hanging onto the counter for support, I haul my ass around the kitchen, to the threshold, staring at my open front door while a gorgeous black Ninja carves a ripple through the night, away from me.
Two helmets are on the step outside.
Singeing heat dribbles down my face, leaking out of frigid wide-open eyes.
I've lost him, if he believed a word of it.
He's at least going to think I'm so far gone, my orbit isn't anywhere near this planet. And if he does believe me, I don't want to know what Erra will do to him.
I love him. I don't want him hurt.
What the hell? Sarah, if you gave a flying fuck about that boy, you'd be in your car – driving like a shooting star to Erra's house.
Strength jams my legs, and I'm out the door, collecting helmets on the way to the car, already fishing out my phone.
It's answered on the first ring.
“ Changed your mind already?” drawls smugly.
Grinding through a clenched jaw, my voice is shaking, “If you hurt him, I will destroy you. Don't even think about messing with me, Erra. I will get a gun, a fucking huge rocket launcher, and I won't stop shooting until you are roadkill!”
The depth of my rage is shocking me. I sound like I just crawled out of Marilyn Manson.
Dropping my phone on the passenger seat, disconnecting the call, putting both helmets on the backseat, I gun my car with the desperation of a woman trying to outrun a tsunami.
He's there, standing under the porch light, talking to – Erik? I don't even bother closing the car door, running across the lawn to them. Dustin's leering over Erik, an avenging angel in black leather and steel fists.
As I leap to the top step, Erik turns his grey eyes on me, “Sarah. How good of you to join us. Mind explaining what the hell is going on?”
“You sonofabitch!”
He raises his eyebrows in a mild manner, pushing his hands into financial-nerd pockets, staring at me with masked triumph in his eyes
Dustin looks torn, like he wants to believe me, and is ready to tear someone, anyone, apart. Limb by limb.
I'm a smart woman. You said it yourself you fucking prick.
“Dusty, stay here, I'll be right back.” Running back to the car, I dive through the open door, getting my phone from the passenger seat. Squirming back out, ass first, I sprint back, handing Dustin my phone.
“ When you left, I phoned him. I told him I was going to kill him if he hurt you. I warned him. Now he's back in his disguise. Check the call log, and dial it. This is the bastard who'll answer; why would I phone Erik? You know I wouldn't ever phone Erik. Unless, he is Erra.”
Oh God. It's happening again. Like being injected with fire, sapping me of my fight; my strength.
Dustin's going through my phone, pressing dial.
Erik's smile is bordering on obscene now. He knows I just said his name. He knew! He knew !
He gives me a lightning fast wink, looking innocently at Dustin when his phone starts ringing in his pocket.
“Sarah, I think you owe me an apology,” he says, ignoring the ringing of his phone.
Stepping sideways, I lean against Dustin for support.
“Tell the truth. Stop making me look crazy. Just tell him the truth.”
My tone's gone flat. My voice has lost all vestiges of rage. I now sound as if I like the man standing in front of me.
Dustin hands me my phone. Drawing away from me, I can't see his eyes with the bright door light behind his head.
“I'm going. Sarah, when you sort your shit out, you know where to find me.”
Desperation splashes frantically through me, but I'm sedated. I can't react. He's already across the lawn, getting on his bike.
“No!”
It's drowned by the Ninja revving. I stand helpless,
“ Where. Does. He. Live?”
Gulp.
“Remington–”
And he bolts. Jesus, I'd hate to see him attack someone. He moves faster than a mamba.
My knees are shaking, they don't want to hold me. I'm quaking with 'you're in shit so deep' fear. Hanging onto the counter for support, I haul my ass around the kitchen, to the threshold, staring at my open front door while a gorgeous black Ninja carves a ripple through the night, away from me.
Two helmets are on the step outside.
Singeing heat dribbles down my face, leaking out of frigid wide-open eyes.
I've lost him, if he believed a word of it.
He's at least going to think I'm so far gone, my orbit isn't anywhere near this planet. And if he does believe me, I don't want to know what Erra will do to him.
I love him. I don't want him hurt.
What the hell? Sarah, if you gave a flying fuck about that boy, you'd be in your car – driving like a shooting star to Erra's house.
Strength jams my legs, and I'm out the door, collecting helmets on the way to the car, already fishing out my phone.
It's answered on the first ring.
“ Changed your mind already?” drawls smugly.
Grinding through a clenched jaw, my voice is shaking, “If you hurt him, I will destroy you. Don't even think about messing with me, Erra. I will get a gun, a fucking huge rocket launcher, and I won't stop shooting until you are roadkill!”
The depth of my rage is shocking me. I sound like I just crawled out of Marilyn Manson.
Dropping my phone on the passenger seat, disconnecting the call, putting both helmets on the backseat, I gun my car with the desperation of a woman trying to outrun a tsunami.
He's there, standing under the porch light, talking to – Erik? I don't even bother closing the car door, running across the lawn to them. Dustin's leering over Erik, an avenging angel in black leather and steel fists.
As I leap to the top step, Erik turns his grey eyes on me, “Sarah. How good of you to join us. Mind explaining what the hell is going on?”
“You sonofabitch!”
He raises his eyebrows in a mild manner, pushing his hands into financial-nerd pockets, staring at me with masked triumph in his eyes
Dustin looks torn, like he wants to believe me, and is ready to tear someone, anyone, apart. Limb by limb.
I'm a smart woman. You said it yourself you fucking prick.
“Dusty, stay here, I'll be right back.” Running back to the car, I dive through the open door, getting my phone from the passenger seat. Squirming back out, ass first, I sprint back, handing Dustin my phone.
“ When you left, I phoned him. I told him I was going to kill him if he hurt you. I warned him. Now he's back in his disguise. Check the call log, and dial it. This is the bastard who'll answer; why would I phone Erik? You know I wouldn't ever phone Erik. Unless, he is Erra.”
Oh God. It's happening again. Like being injected with fire, sapping me of my fight; my strength.
Dustin's going through my phone, pressing dial.
Erik's smile is bordering on obscene now. He knows I just said his name. He knew! He knew !
He gives me a lightning fast wink, looking innocently at Dustin when his phone starts ringing in his pocket.
“Sarah, I think you owe me an apology,” he says, ignoring the ringing of his phone.
Stepping sideways, I lean against Dustin for support.
“Tell the truth. Stop making me look crazy. Just tell him the truth.”
My tone's gone flat. My voice has lost all vestiges of rage. I now sound as if I like the man standing in front of me.
Dustin hands me my phone. Drawing away from me, I can't see his eyes with the bright door light behind his head.
“I'm going. Sarah, when you sort your shit out, you know where to find me.”
Desperation splashes frantically through me, but I'm sedated. I can't react. He's already across the lawn, getting on his bike.
“No!”
It's drowned by the Ninja revving. I stand helpless,
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